Chapter Text
The Burrow was crowded with people, every bed and piece of available floor space taken by someone who had decided to spend their summer there. Voldemort had been dead for three months, but the scars of war still lingered. The house hummed with conversation, the clinking of plates, and the soft sounds of laughter as everyone tried to reclaim some semblance of normalcy, though the shadow of the past was never far away.
Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione spent most of their time outside in the garden or down by the swimming hole, soaking up all the sunshine they could get. It was quiet there, peaceful even, and for a few fleeting moments, they allowed themselves to forget the horrors they’d faced, they could just be the 18 year-old kids they were supposed to be.
Ron was surprised when Charlie received an owl one day and let out an excited whoop. When everyone turned to look at him, he just grinned, “Vik is coming to visit.”
“Who is Vik?” Ron asked around a bite of eggs and bacon. The eyes in the room turned on Ron, giving him an exasperated look he was already familiar with, one that said he was being dense again.
“ Vik tor Krum,” Hermione clarified.
Ron looked at his friends and shrugged, “I didn’t know we were calling him that now.”
Viktor arrived the next day, stepping through the Floo just after breakfast. Ron had gotten over his inability to speak around Viktor a while ago, and could behave mostly normally around the man. That was until he saw Viktor. It had only been a year since they were at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, but he was certain Viktor had somehow grown taller, and he was definitely more muscular. And Merlin’s pants were those tattoos? When did Viktor get tattoos?!
Ron needed to excuse himself from the crowd gathering in the living room to greet Viktor. No one had impacted him like this since Fleur’s veela powers four years ago. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, the flush creeping up his neck, and his cock starting to harden. Ron had never gotten a semi just by looking at someone who was doing nothing but standing there. It was going to be a long few days if things were this bad and Viktor had only been in the house for five minutes and Ron was already hiding in the bathroom.
The rest of the day was an exercise in self-restraint. He shifted uncomfortably on his broom while they played quidditch in the garden. When they went to cool off in the pond, Ron had to dive under the water quickly when Viktor stripped down to his boxers, revealing his wide, toned chest and the perfect v of his waist, and the collage of tattoos that covered his arms and chest. When they were eating dinner in the garden, and Viktor’s thigh brushed against his, Ron had to swallow a squeak. It was all he could do to hold an intelligent conversation with Viktor while his bright whiskey colored eyes were trained on him, watching Ron intently whenever he spoke.
That night, the kids had a bonfire in the garden, drinking, talking and partying as if there was no dark cloud hanging over them, no war trauma, no wounds seen or unseen. The alcohol helped Ron relax for the first time since Viktor’s arrival, but he couldn’t help but notice Viktor’s eyes on him everywhere he went. He had to be making it out to be more than it was, because there was no way Viktor Krum was looking at Ronald Billius Weasley like he was a snack to be unwrapped and devoured.
“Be right back,” Ron muttered to no one in particular, stepping back from the group of people he was with to step disappear into the wooded area near the pond. He needed to clear his head, stop imagining things, stop convincing himself that Viktor was going to be interested in him in any way shape or form.
Ron leaned up against a tree, closing his eyes for a moment to clear his mind. He was alone for only moments when he heard footsteps crunching on the ground coming closer. Opening his eyes, Ron expected to see Harry or Hermione approaching, but instead saw a bulky figure stalking towards him.
“Ronald,” Viktor said, his deep voice cutting through the silence.
“Viktor,” Ron replied, trying to keep the squeak out of his voice as he straightened up, his hands slightly trembling from the unexpected tension in the air. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been avoiding me today,” Viktor answered, his eyes sweeping over Ron’s face, “won’t even look at me.” He stepped into Ron’s space, placing strong hands on Ron’s slender waist. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me anymore,” he continued, pressing his hips against Ron’s.
Anymore? Ron thought, how did Viktor know Ron liked him at all? Ron barely knew he liked Viktor for more than his celebrity until just recently. “I.. I… Like?” Ron spluttered.
Viktor hummed quietly, his eyes burning with desire. “Yes, Ronald, like me…” he said, inclining his face closer, “ lust after me…” he continued, still moving in, “ long for me…” he finished, his lips grazing against Ron’s.
Their chests heaved in tandem for the briefest of moments before Viktor claimed Ron’s mouth. He swept one hand through Ron’s already unruly hair, pulling Ron closer as he slid in his tongue. Ron was boneless, the hold Viktor had on his hip was the only thing keeping him upright. Then he moaned.. MOANED… into Viktor’s mouth when Viktor’s hard cock ground into him. He should have been mortified but it only seemed to turn Viktor on more.
Viktor frotted against Ron, their cocks sliding together, their erections were almost painful in the confines of their pants, but the friction felt divine. Viktor’s lips never left Ron’s, his tongue fucking into Ron’s mouth with a practiced expertise that had Ron melting further into him. If dry humping Viktor felt this good, Ron couldn’t imagine how he’d even handle direct contact, he wasn’t going to last long as it was.
As they neared completion, Viktor’s kisses and thrusts became more frantic. His hold tightened on Ron, their bodies fusing together into a mess of moans, kisses, and thrusts. Ron came moments before Viktor, who bit down on Ron’s lower lip as he did. Viktor groaned softly before he moved his hands to Ron’s face, cupping his cheeks before kissing him sweetly, the opposite of the searing and rough kisses from moments before.
He studied Ron’s flushed face and kiss swollen lips in the moonlight, “Ronald…” Viktor started.
Now that he’d heard Viktor’s voice, Ron’s post-orgasm haze cleared quickly and the world crashed down upon him. He gave Viktor a light shove, surprising the sturdy seeker, who took a step back. “I… erm… I have to go… elsewhere… Bye…” Ron babbled as he rushed past Viktor and away from the party to his room, because VIKTOR FUCKING KRUM kissed him and made him cum in his pants.